Lyrics:
favourite dishin'
Fish 'n' Spaghetti
For you to die, I wasn't ready
And life after death, ain't been so fresh
B-I-G, G-I-E
Still a motherfuckin' king
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z]
cash, more
Hoes (what, what, what)
Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
No need to dress warm, I
Brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
rim size. That bitch damn near lop sideded
So many God damn hundreds that Ben Frank look cock eyed
Chillin with my nigga P.O.P.E. Don King and we in
Back then i was caught up but but know that i can't wait no more
Back then i was brought up be a king and imma play that role
And niggas swear they
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
I swear I'm bout to kill it dog
Only spit a couple bars and she can feel it in her drawers
When the album drop they'll say Chamillionaire's official
Summer is here so is our goodbye
Still don't know why I can be this blind
You can tell me to be by your side
I can go with you, leave ‘em all behind
But I
and I've been waiting"
For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double
Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple
I fight fire with fire, that's why most
Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show
Girlies on my jock for my dope intro
As I glance at E-Double, kickin' microphone wrecker
and the ignition then hopped out
crew walked in, shut the whole block down
now, hit the door like god damn
hey is this a party aint it man i dont understand
why
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
a Eastside
Party - Eastside!
You know it's crackin' like that -
Why you actin' like that?!
Hand me your glass - let me pour
You some yak - that's landy!
Now if
ready for damn change so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin on Martin Luther, feelin just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said that he had
niggas
Back then I was a drug dealer
Young bugged nigga, still running 'round with that forty-five on my waist
Dare y'all to come and try me, put a hammer
The view a little different
When you show them what’s real
Just call me Hank
And I’m the King from the hills
Started rolling all my L’s
That’s why I’m mad
Q? yeah, he the rap king
Big Mac? yeah, she the rap queen
Hate thongs? yeah, I know they beat me
And my nigga Top gon' be the
Reason why you a crack
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
to the stage
All sexual to hit y'all gutter, high velocity
Dames wanna taste it for the sheer curiosity
It's strong and it's real
Plus it lives by the code
make it and they so ambitious?
Why they get so distracted by the parties and bitches?
Why I ain't get stuck doing the dishes?
At Ben and Jerry's, free
Yesu Yesu
(Jesus Jesus Jesus)
Oh Oh Oh
Ɔnwanwani bɛn koraa ne wo
(What a wonder you are)
cnimuonyam hene no ne wo
(King of glory)
Wona w'awu asɔre
ain't bout nun
When niggas pop up y'all niggas gone run
I know you guys are confused by all the tough shit that he saying
But in all honesty I have
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